Chapt. 9
Hiei Vs. Osadyro! I Lose?
I grin evilly. "I want to see how well you fare against Osadyro." He gives a worried look...kinda. "Don't worry, she'll just use skill." I look over my shoulder at Osadyro, who, at the moment, was admiring a wide range of shurikens. "Careful, if you don't move she'll rip you up."
"Heh, can't scare me," Hiei says, a hint of nervousness in his voice. And, as if on cue, a shuriken whizzes dangerously by my ear. Hiei's eyes widen as the deadly star gets closer to his head. I reach out and carelessly catch it.
"Your senses are lacking," Osadyro scolds, coming up behind me.
"Yea, yea. Lay off," I tell her carelessly, pocketing the throwing star. "I'm not at my best."
"Excuses, excuses! How do expect to avenge your parents if you can't fight in mid or less condition?"
I force down anger. "Let it go Osa, I'm not in the mood."
She looks at me, her long hood hiding her eyes. "Right. So, Hiei, set the rules." She turns and faces him.
"Weapons and brute strength only."
"Fine by me...you're still gunna lose." They take their respectable spots on the mat while I walk to the side and stand at the ready.
"Ready?" They take a stance. "GO!" I shout. Round 1, begin.
Hiei and Osadyro rush each other with matched speed. Stars appear out of nowhere and find themselves in Hiei's exposed shoulder. He winces slightly, but continues with his attack. He draws his katana and slashes at Osa's stomach. She dodges easily.
I grow bored after about five minutes. I turn from the battle and go the one of the walls. It held katanas and wakazashis. I gazed at the various lengths and styles. Each of them are different – style, color, soul – but they all hold the same purpose: murder.
I walk along the wall, marveled at the collection. I come across a picture. It was of the Reikai Tantei. The girls and Koenma were there, along with another woman. I thought it was a neat picture. Let's see if you can picture it in your mind:
Yusuke sat in the middle upon the sandy beach, looking quite content. Keiko sat next to him, the same expression on her face. Botan sat on the other side of Keiko. She was holding the baby form of Koenma; he was holding her oar proudly. Shizuru and the other lady were standing behind Botan, talking and pointing to Kazuma and Yukina. Kazuma was laughing like he does, while Yukina looked up at him with a gentle smile on her face. Kurama was sitting on Yusuke's right, looking at a bored Hiei. Hiei was...well, he was being Hiei, staring off into the waves.
"Darkfire? Earth to Darkfire!" a voice screamed in my ear.
I jump in shock. "What?"
"'Bout time," Osa said irritably. "Hiei's not getting hurt, but you're bleeding like crazy. Mind explaining?"
I look down into a pool of crimson blood.
"You did it again. Like with Urameshi," Hiei puts in, looking at my bloody figure.
I nod.
"Did what?" Osadyro cuts in, utterly confused.
"When she battled Yusuke, she hit him with an attack that would have probably killed him. She took the injury upon herself instead, leaving Yusuke with a ripped shirt as the only evidence that there was an attack," Hiei explains. "She also did the same for me...only I was half dead when she decided I deserved to live," Hiei adds with sarcastic bitterness.
"And she just did it now, I take it," Osadyro says slowly, putting the information together.
"Yes."
"Funny thing is, I didn't even realize Hiei was being ripped up. Speaking of which, damn Hiei you suck," I inform him sadly.
"Hn, and you could do better?"
"Hell ya! I'll prove it to ya too," I declare confidently.
"In that condition?" he teased, looking me up and down.
"Yea, these are just scratches compared to what she's done to me before."
"Ahem, if we're gunna battle, may we please get on with it?" Osadyro cuts in.
"Sure thing, just let me get the brothers." I walk along the wall looking for my weapons.
"Brothers?" Hiei asks, following me.
"My weapons, they're brothers."
"Oh, they're over there," he says, pointing to a stand at the head of the mat.
"Why are they at such an honorable place?" I question, turning for the stand.
He doesn't reply, just follows. I decide to make quick pace, seeing as how Osadyro has a short temper, so I jump the mat and land smoothly before the stand. I carefully pick up Ookami (Japanese for wolf) and strap him to my back. I slide Kitsune (Japanese for fox) through my back belt loop on my jeans. I turn and pace the impatient one.
"Ready Osa?" I taunt.
"To beat you? Any day," she jokes, taking a stance.
"You wish." Taking a basic stance, I rest my hands lightly on the hilts of the brothers. I smirk at Osadyro from across the mat and glance over at Hiei, who is acting as referee.
"Ready? Go!"
